Delay

now, we have the September.
is clear and solar
but he likes the July,
not to say the August.
then everything is so kind,
all warm and cosy.

oh well, a September
it is a September.
doesn't worry about it
isn't taking over.
is taking the other
wall diary out

of the drawer is.
he is hanging up
and he is placing
the appropriate date still
and is raising
oneself spirit.

everyone are in September
and he still in August,
not to say in July
so he is able to be delayed
until pleasantly
it is getting at very thought

I... mainly,
I am entire year... in May.

poem by Maria Barbara Korynt
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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